Smoke on the Daughter

Chapter 85: Smoke on the Daughter

 

 

 

 

 

            More than ever Trevor needed a back-up plan. He couldn’t face who he had to most without David especially, and Jamie and Simon. If Simon was of any use what-so-ever. He turned down a branch road in the next city over and complemented the drive with a shot straight to the one he lived off of. Trevor moved slowly up to his home as he tried to get level with the curb. He stalled and pulled up a tad more. Then he waited for somebody to say something. There were no streetlights on in this neighborhood, and oddly he could still see in the nighttime. Part of it might’ve been how open the sky was above their heads. The house sat upright and most of the trees didn’t make it farther than the baseboards of the house’s in elevation. With the exception of a few. Like many times before sitting outside houses in the car, Trevor learned that it didn’t always mean they would recognize you were there, or anyone else. There was a shady stillness about the place, but Trevor found it halfway intriguing. “How’re we doing this?” David spoke impatiently. “I guess I’ll message him.” said Alex, shifty and shuffling around. Trevor could hear the both them making noises back there. He wanted to find out what Jamie was currently engaged with, but didn’t feel right about inquiring right now. As for the unidentified member, he wasn’t in stress searching for him. David starting talking to him for a minute or two, and Alex appeared to not have confirmation. Trevor fiddled diligently while David rambled about new clothes and cars and his workout program. Trevor didn’t see why he needed to be made aware of these things, but he listened intently and sat there in a pool of though having no self-reflection, but rather letting his mind go astray. He couldn’t take it anymore, he smoked a cigarette and at the very same time, allegedly, Alex phone flashed and he got a connection to Simon. “He’s coming out.” he said respectively. “Okay great. Bout’ time.” said David. Trevor shot him a look like cool it. Now he could see a shadow of Simon tip-toing off the porch. Like the last time he saw him, he was wearing cargo shorts and a bright jacket. Since it was winter he was wearing especially dark ensembles, though Trevor barely wore bright colors as it was. He looked at Simon dubiously as he got in the car. Which matched his usual mannerisms anyway. Trevor reeled in the thought that progress would be made this night. Not like there was any impending threat as of now, but he was prepared to have them all in tip-top condition to vanquish what might come their way.

            The hooded man in question was starting to climb in priority and lately the likelihood of his appearance or even a strike seemed far out of the list of things likely to happen. Simon was in and Trevor needed to know what to do and where to go. “Are we going to Jamie’s or not, he asked the group. “Well, uh..” said Alex. “I was under the impression that’s what we were doing.” David stated. “Maybe we should just find somewhere to kill some time.” Alex suggested. “What… like somewhere with open space and parking.”

            “Yeah, like that.” he told them. “You think we should leave Jamie out of this session?” he asked sincerely. “I would say so. It’s getting later and later and there isn’t much room in the car.” They pretty much all concluded except for David. He wasn’t saying much at all.

            Trevor remembered what occurred earlier at the empty cul-de-sac and he was confused by his actions and reasons. But, the issue at hand was the new recruits, and Trevor, being the born leader that he was pieced together what it’d be like having them have his back. Fight as an indestructible force for the benefit of the many, or something like that. It wasn’t looking too good. In fact, it was looking grim. He went off back to the train tracks and got in front of a delivery truck that was moving extra slow. He sped up ten or so miles per hour and looked back through the side mirror. Which wasn’t something he was prone to doing at night. He could see the lights lighting up the flat portion of the face of the truck and part of the top of the carriage. It gave it this bland look that made Trevor feel like he should get off this piece of road. He was coming up on a turn and got to the other side of the tracks when he did. In a car full of people it must’ve felt bumpy, more-so than ever before. He screamed over them and pulled out to a straight a-way with ease though not smoothly. He pondered if they thought anything of him navigating or even driving this way. He turned right at the way he knew past a cemetery and got onto the opposite side of the highway, then shot up to a stop light. He again made a right, then got up to a red light. “Where is it you think you’re going.” Alex asked in the midst of a silence.